Page 147 of The Way I Hate Him
I run my fingers through his hair. “I wouldn’t be opposed.”
He groans and steps away, making me sad. “No, you said we’re taking this slow. That’s anything but slow. Shoving my tongue into your pussy until you’re screaming is not taking it slow.”
God, why does he have to talk like that? It makes me all itchy and needy inside.
“I know . . .” I close the distance between us. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t . . . I don’t know, dry-hump or something.”
His brow raises in question, and it’s so cute, it makes me laugh. “No one dry-humps past high school.”
“Then they’re missing out.” I lift on my toes and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “See you tomorrow.”
I reach for my car door handle, but he beats me to it and opens my door for me, hanging on it. “See you tomorrow.”
He shuts my door, and I turn on my car as he walks back to his house. I wave and then pull out of his driveway. The minute I hit the road, I call Maggie.
“I have about ten minutes,” she says into the phone. “Please tell me you showered today.”
“God, why is everyone so concerned about my hygiene? I wasn’tthatbad.”
“That’s cute, keep telling yourself that,” she says. “So did you?”
“Yes. I showered, shaved, did my hair, put on mascara and real clothes, and then I went to Hayes’s house and sat on his lap and kissed him, and he kissed me back and asked me out on a date.”
There’s silence on the other end of the phone.
“Maggie, you there?”
“Ummm . . .” she draws out. “Is this Hattie? I feel like this is a prank call because the last time I spoke with Hattie, she was still contemplating why fuzzy socks are so popular, and I had to say because they’re fuzzy repeatedly.”
I laugh. “It’s me, Maggie.”
“Okay, because something funny just happened. I thought you just told me you kissed Hayes, and he asked you out.”
“I did.”
“Hmm, I don’t know how to take that.”
“Maggie,” I groan, making her laugh. “Can you tell me you’re proud of me?”
“Of course I’m proud of you, but excuse me for being slightly shocked. You went from not doing anything to seizing your life. I’m just trying to connect the dots.”
“Well, nothing is truly seized, but I feel good. I feel like I’m on the right path.”
“Uh, if your tongue is down Hayes Farrow’s throat, then yes, I can guarantee you’re going down the right path. Care to explain how this happened?”
“Simple. He renovated the apartment.”
“Oh God,” Maggie says, a hitch in her breath. “I think . . . I think I just had a mini orgasm.”
“What is wrong with you?” I laugh.
“I don’t know. Weddings make me emotional and a little nuts. But God, how sweet. So what, are you a couple now?”
“I mean, I think we’re taking it one step at a time, but I do know that after today I feel happy.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear it.”
“But I told him I wanted to take it slow.” Saying it out loud makes me cringe because God, there’s nothing more that I want than to hump that man . . . let him pleasure me until I’m a puddle of a woman in his bed.
